High School Hell
This place is a prison
Of stereotypes and cliches,
Catty people
And blooming dreams.
I stepped into this hell hole,
Braving a new world.
Breathing in the nasty air
Of hatred and deceit.
Half the school are sluts,
Half are druggies.
Mixing with dealers
And people who are neither.
But here I am,
Still here.
Breathing in the nasty air
And choking along the way.
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Unsettled
I cannot prepare for that which I cannot foresee; therefore, forgive me should I appear constantly unsettled by your behavior. The only patterns I base my life on are yours, and the routine which I derive from your behavior is only as solid as your adherence to your own behavioral patterns. If I cannot understand you, how can I live for you?
What does a blind, deaf, quadriplegic baby get for Christmas?
*Cancer*
Cure for overpopulation = Bubonic Plague
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